Ding-dong the rat is dead!
You heard me.
The. Rat. Is. Dead.
I saw it myself.
His shiny, black coat.
His big ears.
And his freakishly long tail.
The congealed blood from the trap violently crushing part of it's skull and neck.
I couldn't help but observe how cute and somewhat beautiful it was (sans the blood and gore).
I guess that's it.*
No more running through my walls at 4:30 in the morning.
No more pooping in the couch.
No more eating our scraps.
R.I.P Melba...you were one smart, tricky, tricky rat.
* I'm choosing (at the moment) to believe that there was just one. . .